Final fight

The battlefield crackled with energy as Oliver and John faced each other, the stormy sky above mirroring the tempest of their clashing wills. Oliver's dark gauntlet pulsed with sinister power, its malevolent energy a stark contrast to the divine light emanating from John's holy aura. The air was thick with tension, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity.

John's voice broke the silence, ringing with a mix of righteous fury and sorrow. "Oliver, why have you forsaken the light? The Lord of Storms could have guided you, given you strength beyond measure."

Oliver's eyes, once gentle, now burned with a fiery red. "Forsaken the light?" he spat, contempt dripping from his words. "The light never chose me, John. It cast me aside, left me to fend for myself. The darkness… it welcomed me, gave me purpose. I embraced my destiny, while you cling to a false hope."

With a fervent prayer, John called upon the power of the Lord of Storms, summoning a bolt of lightning that split the sky and hurtled toward Oliver. The ground shook with the force of the divine strike, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world itself held its breath.

But Oliver was ready. He raised the demonic gauntlet, and a barrier of dark energy materialized before him. The lightning struck the barrier with a deafening roar, but instead of breaking through, it was absorbed into the gauntlet, the sinister energy growing even more potent. A twisted smile spread across Oliver's face as he felt the surge of power.

"You'll have to do better than that, Kottman," Oliver taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

John's face twisted in a mixture of frustration and determination. "You are blinded by your own pain, Oliver. This path will only lead to ruin."

"Ruin?" Oliver laughed, a hollow, chilling sound. "Ruin is all I've ever known. At least now, I control it."

With a swift motion, Oliver pointed the gauntlet at John and unleashed a torrent of dark energy. The malevolent force surged forward, a wave of shadows that threatened to consume everything in its path. John barely had time to react, summoning a shield of divine light to protect himself. The two forces clashed in a blinding explosion, the shockwave rippling through the battlefield.

As the dust settled, John emerged from the wreckage, his shield flickering but intact. His face was set in a grim line, determination etched into every feature. He chanted another prayer, and a circle of glowing runes appeared around him, amplifying his divine power. With a roar, he unleashed a barrage of holy fireballs, each one aimed directly at Oliver.

But Oliver was relentless. He moved with inhuman speed, dodging and weaving through the onslaught with a grace that belied his newfound darkness. The gauntlet in his hand seemed to guide his movements, its sinister energy propelling him forward. With a powerful leap, he closed the distance between them, swinging the gauntlet with all his might.

John barely had time to raise his arms in defense before the blow landed. The force of the impact sent him sprawling, his divine aura flickering like a candle in the wind. Oliver stood over him, his eyes blazing with triumph.

"It's over, Kottman," Oliver declared, his voice cold and unyielding. "You can't stand against the power of the evil god."

John struggled to his feet, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead. His eyes met Oliver's, filled with defiance. "I will never yield to darkness," he spat, his voice trembling with righteous fury. "The Lord of Storms will not abandon me."

With a final, desperate prayer, John called upon the full might of his deity. A massive storm cloud gathered overhead, crackling with divine energy. Lightning arced down from the heavens, converging on John's outstretched hand.

Suddenly, Arthur bestowed a cryptic divination upon Oliver, whispering urgently into his ear. "Thank you for your guidance," Oliver responded, his voice cold and steady. Unfazed, he let out a dark laugh and raised his gauntlet once more, its sinister energy swirling into a menacing vortex of shadows. The dark power gathered at Oliver's gauntlet, expanding until it stabilized into a massive, spherical shape. It was as if Oliver had conjured a moon in his hand, its immense size stretching up to the heavens.

"What is the name of this technique that 'He' mentioned again? I already forgot," Oliver sneered with a sinister chuckle.

"You forgot? What a way to kill the moment. Since you forgot, I'll just remind you," a voice echoed in his mind.

"Oh, so this is the technique's name," Oliver chuckled at his lapse in memory. He looked down at John Kottman, his eyes filled with malevolent intent. In a calm and authoritative voice, he declared,

"Rasengan."

The lightning bolt struck the Rasengan, and for a moment, it seemed as if the darkness and light were evenly matched. But then, with a surge of power, the shadows engulfed the lightning, snuffing it out like a candle flame.

John's eyes widened in disbelief as he fell to his knees, his strength finally failing him. Oliver loomed over him, a figure of darkness and triumph. He reached down and grabbed John by the collar, lifting him effortlessly into the air.

"Your god has abandoned you," Oliver hissed, his voice filled with venom. "And now, you will fall."

With a final, brutal motion, Oliver hurled John to the ground, the impact shattering the earth beneath him. John lay there, broken and defeated, his divine light extinguished. Oliver stood over him, the gauntlet pulsating with dark energy, a symbol of his victory.

In that moment, Oliver knew that he had truly embraced his destiny. He was no longer just a humble farmer or a reluctant apostle. He was Oliver Queen, the harbinger of chaos, the apostle of the evil god. And nothing, not even the might of the seven churches, could stand in his way.

Author-I loves Akaza from Demon Slayer but doesn't know how to introduce him into this story. So I make this 'Project Akaza' through Oliver. What do you think?